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I'm lying in bed and pretending to sleep when he comes in.
There's tears streaming from the corners of my eyes
catching in the crevices of my nose
and dripping down onto the sheet as he moves closer.
I'm not sure if he knows I'm awake or not;
if he does, he doesn't act upon the knowledge.
I watch him out of barely-cracked eyes,
watch his face above me,
looking at me like I'm the epitome of beauty,
like I might disappear at any moment, and I realize
that that expression is what I've been waiting for
my entire life.
There's tears streaming from the corners of my eyes
catching in the crevices of my nose
and dripping down onto the sheet as he moves closer.
I'm not sure if he knows I'm awake or not;
if he does, he doesn't act upon the knowledge.
I watch him out of barely-cracked eyes,
watch his face above me,
looking at me like I'm the epitome of beauty,
like I might disappear at any moment, and I realize
that that expression is what I've been waiting for
my entire life.
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=akikodate gave me the advice of writing down the scenes as they play out in my head. And I don't think they're long enough to be turned into pose, but I can try to turn them into poetry, and change them a little bit to be more or less relatable.
I have never written anything so personal.
This one I changed the pronouns because gay boys are cute, and it makes me feel a bit less like me. But it was basically me moping about how I want somebody. Most of my fantasies are things that I want to happen to me.
Of course, being a gay boy wouldn't hurt, either.
I have never written anything so personal.
This one I changed the pronouns because gay boys are cute, and it makes me feel a bit less like me. But it was basically me moping about how I want somebody. Most of my fantasies are things that I want to happen to me.
Of course, being a gay boy wouldn't hurt, either.
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